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Or how I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb. If I understand the diagnosis correctly, it turns out that Erin has epidemic pleurodynia, also rather unsettlingly known as Devil's Grip. This is a viral inflamation of the lining around the lungs and outside of making it painful her to cough, laugh, or breath deeply, it shouldn't be a big deal and...

Comments are open again and presently operate without the need for registration. I've decided instead of require registration to first close all old blog entries. I may get spammed still, but it will only be on those entries of the last week or so. I've also activiated a MovableType feature that allows me to approve comments. That means you will not see...

or Friendship Actually or Forgiveness Actually or Puppy Love Actually etc. etc. Proof the love isn't all we need. Coherence is required as well. Hugh Grant is so spectacularly unconvincing as the Prime Minister of England that the willful suspension of disbelief upon which all good fiction rests is nigh impossible here. Of the viginettes which make up the...

We're all still moderately under the weather here in the Davison household. Erin had an awful night, waking every couple of hours. She's already decided to take tomorrow off. Excluding Jonah's birth, the last time Erin took three days off from work was approximately never. And she's feeling better at this point than I am, something that hardly seems fair...

I've upgraded MovableType from version 2.6xx to version 3.121 in an effort to curb that awful comment spam problem I got hit with the other day. Henceforth, commenters will be required to give a name and email address (apologies to anyone put off by this). This will help a bit, but the real big arrow in the quiver now is the ability to search comments by...

So we're all well and truly sick here at Davison HQ. We missed our friend Bruce at Robyn's party last night (not to mention other friends—you know who you are). That has us downcast. I gave soccer a "no-go" today, curling up this morning to watch my beloved Steelers trounce the hapless Brownies. That was a feel-good, at least. Then Erin and I had to drive...

Actually, I have no idea if that's true, but it certainly seems to be today. I awoke this morning in the early AM to find some 40+ spams sitting in my In Box. That's usually not a big deal since it's easy enough to select them and hit Junk or Delete. Unfortunately, these were MovableType Spams from comments posted to this web site. So I banned the IP...

After a fantastic time checking out houses with Dave and realtor Bob Van Deusen on Friday morning and afternoon, I rented a minivan at Enterprise and Erin, Jonah, and I went up to Portland to pick up Christine, Jared, and Liz for the weekend. (The minivan was a 2005 Ford Freestar. Not what I'd buy, but not terrible either.) The relations were in town for...

In short, how did so many exit polls suddenly go so wrong? I'm neither the first nor likely the last to wonder if the US elections were hacked. Many of us on the technological side of the fence have been warning about the use of insecure computers to tabulate election returns for a while now. This article is either the iceberg tip of a rightwing conspiracy...

Presently my best guess as to why the Democrats lost. This line of thinking probably doesn't hold true for most folks who voted Democratic, but for those on the other side—who are now apparently among the majority in terms of the politically active—I wonder if it doesn't explain a lot. Take the following quick quiz, and see what you think. (Apologies in...